"I don't know whether I ought to give them to you, Mr. Brady, or to the police," answered Matt, making no move to take the roll from his pocket.
"Police!" exclaimed Brady. "What the blazes are you talking about? The fellow on that car was working for me, and the papers belong to me."
"Then you ought to be able to identify the roll," proceeded Matt, coolly. "What did it contain, Mr. Brady?"
"Just papers."
"Typewritten-papers?"
"Well, yes, some of them were typewritten."
"How were they tied up? In a piece of yellow paper?"
"That's it. Hand 'em over. It's queer they got lost out of the car in that way, but mighty lucky you picked 'em up."
"I guess you're thinking of the wrong roll," said Matt, coolly. "The one you've described isn't the one we found."
"Whether the description is right or wrong, the papers are mine, and I'll have 'em!"